in the hospital bed [for Martini, Rictor and possibly Mystique, but open to visitors]
Following her conversation with Julio over the phone, Rogue had attempted to sleep and found it far too difficult. She had bits of his memory floating around, the nightmares were almost as bad as with Carol. She'd expected something like this, but she'd never expected the depth of despair that she'd found. Rictor masked a lot of things with his carefree attitude, most of them things Rogue knew should be dealt with.
At that point, the biggest thing she was contending with was the gaping loneliness. She wanted to see him, she wanted to see Mark. She wanted to cry on her Mama's shoulder -and she hadn't done that in a long time. Things were definitely bound to change, and until she had Rictor's influence out of her head, she'd be so much better to just hole up somewhere and ignore everyone.
But the memories made it impossible. She was actually scared of being alone. There was no chance of her sneaking out to get the alcohol she craved, or the cigarettes she needed. There was no chance of her getting along the hall or wherever to see Rictor because she'd stop herself half way there and turn back.
So instead she lay there, completely powerless and bored to tears. It was just her luck that the only time she could touch, she'd be confined to a bed and battling demons that weren't her own.
At that point, the biggest thing she was contending with was the gaping loneliness. She wanted to see him, she wanted to see Mark. She wanted to cry on her Mama's shoulder -and she hadn't done that in a long time. Things were definitely bound to change, and until she had Rictor's influence out of her head, she'd be so much better to just hole up somewhere and ignore everyone.
But the memories made it impossible. She was actually scared of being alone. There was no chance of her sneaking out to get the alcohol she craved, or the cigarettes she needed. There was no chance of her getting along the hall or wherever to see Rictor because she'd stop herself half way there and turn back.
So instead she lay there, completely powerless and bored to tears. It was just her luck that the only time she could touch, she'd be confined to a bed and battling demons that weren't her own.